Breaking Through the Clouds

Buwei was like white algae swaying at the bottom of the river. After a while, she finally stepped into the ward, closed the door behind her back, walked to the bed, and sat down straight.

This angle made her and Jiang Ting look at each other, face to face—as if a curse had been lifted silently in the dark, and they finally got rid of the bottom-up side-to-side angle.

She asked, "What do you want me to answer?"

"Although it happened the night before yesterday, I don't think the police have had time to tell you." Jiang paused and said, "Wang Xingye is dead."

Buwei's face was blank, as if she hadn't had time to think about what emotions to fill in on the whiteboard, and after a few seconds, surprise, surprise and a trace of fear slowly emerged: "...what...what?"

"Fall from the upstairs of a resident in a community in Gongzhou, and the body was not found until the next morning. The police preliminarily determined that he committed suicide in fear of crime."

Jiang Ting's upper body was leaning deeply on the back of the armchair, his posture was natural and calm, completely opposite to the girl's stiff and straight sitting posture.It took a long time for Buwei to barely digest the bad news, which could not be called sad, and said hoarsely: "...It was so sudden, I didn't expect..."

"Really?"

Buwei's voice paused, and she looked at Jiang Ting, who repeated in her sight: "I really didn't expect that?"

"...I don't understand what you mean."

"I thought you had expected Wang Xingye's death a long time ago, when you said 'the kidnapper is my uncle' in front of Yan Yan." Jiang Ting said slowly, "—or earlier, when you Hearing that Yan Yan and the others discussed privately that the chances of Shen Xiaoqi waking up are actually very high, so they decided to take the first step and throw Wang Xingye out to divert attention..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Bu Wei interrupted Jiang Ting with a sharp voice: "The kidnappers coerced me to push Shen Xiaoqi down. What's wrong with me telling the truth?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"..."

"But the only one who can prove this is Wang Xingye, who is dead." Jiang Ting smiled, although there was no friendliness or kindness in that smile: "That is to say, no one can prove that you were coerced to kill , or actively cooperate, or cooperate with the accomplice, or even... from the very beginning, actively demand to kill Shen Xiaoqi."

Buwei's expression is a bit weird, two opposite expressions like fierce staring and weakness and innocence permeate and mix, so that when she speaks, her voice is a bit distorted: "Uncle police officer, I'm just a poor student, how can I offend you?" You?"

"Don't think too much, it's just a normal logical speculation from the perspective of criminal investigation." Jiang Ting's expression was much more flat: "By the way, maybe they forgot to tell you that you are not the No. 1 victim—we are in a hiding place in Wang Xingye I found a notebook, more precisely a file, which recorded the first two girls, Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin, have you heard of these two names?"

Buwei shook her head vigilantly: "... I don't know."

"I think you probably don't know either. Teng Wenyan was discovered by Wang Xingye in Lingzhou five years ago. In mid-July two years ago, she was kidnapped and killed together with another teenager named Li Rui; Li Yuxin was Wang Xingye. It was discovered in Jiangyang County four years ago. In mid-July last year, she and another classmate named He Liang were kidnapped, and then He Liang was killed. Li Yuxin suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. It is quite regular However, you all encountered this kind of thing after being adopted for three years, and it feels like three years is like a shelf life when some kind of freshness wears off. Once the shelf life expires, it is worthless."

Talking about Jiang Ting seemed to feel very interesting, looked at Bu Wei and smiled slightly.

But Bu Wei's fair and tender face suddenly became very ugly when she learned that there were two other girls. Following Jiang Ting's last few words, she even turned slightly blue.

"Oh, yes. Teng Wenyan is a hair-washing girl in Lingzhou City, and Li Yuxin is a county girl who went out to 'socialize' with her drug-addicted biological mother." The smile in Jiang Ting's eyes became more meaningful: "——so you see, There's nothing to be sad about, at least you're not so... well, unique."

At the same time, inside the galloping Phaeton.

"Once the shelf life is over, it's worthless... At least you're not that unique."

Jiang Ting's voice was played synchronously on the car's Bluetooth, Han Xiaomei frowned suspiciously, secretly looked at Yan Xie several times, and couldn't help asking: "Yan, Team Yan?"

Yan Yan turned on the light to change lanes, fixed his eyes on the front of the car, and nodded for her to say.

"Well... why did Consultant Lu say that both Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin had been adopted for three years? Isn't that what you wrote in the notebook you found at Wang Xingye's house?"

Yan Xie said: "Disintegrate the other party's psychological defense."

"what?"

"Buwei's calm behavior stems from a certain confidence deep in her heart. Although we don't know what the source is, it must be related to a certain characteristic of her person. Your consultant Lu deliberately distorted the description of the first two victims, All-round blurring and unification of Buwei's various uniqueness is a method aimed at her psychological defense and drawing fire from the bottom of the pot."

Han Xiaomei, who half understood, forcibly kept these words in her mind, pondering over and over again.

——Indeed, Bu Wei has a kind of dexterity, gentleness and tenderness that is extremely inconsistent with her age. This unique temperament is rarely seen in many experienced adult women.

But these uniqueness suddenly became extremely fragile and difficult to maintain when she faced Jiang Ting. The seemingly indestructible weapon met the nemesis in her nature.

"Uncle Wang is usually out of town, and I don't know what he's doing." Buwei's eyes dropped, staring at her thin white hand on her thigh: "I don't know what you want to say, Uncle Policeman. Catch me? Can I get a lawyer?"

"No one wants to arrest you. I told you that I just asked you to cooperate in answering questions." Jiang Ting was still sitting comfortably, with his left hand pressing the album on his lap and his right hand in his trouser pocket. Suddenly, the subject changed: "—— Do you know why the mastermind planned three kidnappings in three consecutive years?"

Buwei's voice was soft: "I've already told Uncle Yan, I thought Uncle Wang just wanted money."

"If you want money, it's not enough to support you for three years. Besides, he can't afford to support you by himself."

Buwei didn't say a word.

The sunlight projected into the ward from the glass window behind her. Even against the light, her hair was as soft and oily as satin, and her skin was crystal clear and white as if she was shining slightly; Intangible sophistication, elegance and fragrance.

No matter how young a woman is or how superior her natural capital is, this kind of art-like fragrance cannot be completely derived from innateness, and countless money and financial resources must be spent on details invisible to the human eye the day after tomorrow.

"Wang Xingye is just a broker," Jiang Ting said indifferently, "There is also a mastermind behind him, a person who really enjoys writing scripts and performing plots, and only the kidnapping case can satisfy his inner desires; you are his actor, But not the only one."

Buwei sat upright by the hospital bed, her spine seemed to be supported by a stick: "...I don't know who you are talking about behind the scenes."

Maybe the air was too stagnant, or maybe Jiang Ting's overstretched posture in this stalemate stimulated her.A few seconds later, Buwei finally couldn't help raising her head provocatively again:

"But even if the kidnapping is just a scene, is there really a so-called 'only' actor?"

"Of course there is." Jiang Ting's attitude was still very flat, as if he didn't feel the small needle prick in the girl's voice at all: "But things have come to this point, do you still have to pretend to know nothing, little girl girl?"

"..."

Jiang Ting gently threw the picture book titled "Starry Sky Art" on the bedside table with one hand: "You usually study astronomy very hard."

The picture book belonged to Bu Wei, and as the corner of the book collided with the bedside table and made a "boom!", the girl's heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

"I'm different. I hate unrealistic and unreasonable things like astrology and constellations the most. If someone dares to show off to me with these mystical knowledge, they will basically be ignored or even ignored." Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Look, this is the difference between me and you."

Downstairs in a residential area, the Phaeton came to a sudden stop, and Yan Yan stepped out of the car wearing a headset, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Seeing this, Han Xiaomei and Ma Xiang stopped behind him, their anxious eyes focused on Yan Xie.I saw him pressing the synchronous monitoring headset with one hand, and after a while he murmured suspiciously:

"... Astrology?"

The ward was filled with a suffocating smell of disinfectant, the ceiling and walls were all pale, reflecting a large area of ​​hazy and temperatureless light.

If Buwei's expression was just ugly just now, it is enough to be called cold and gloomy now.I don't know how long it took before she twisted her neck like a rusty machine suddenly, and stared at Jiang Ting grimly: "So?"

"..."

"So what do you want to do now, Lu, Gu, ask?"

Jiang Ting's right hand, which had been stuck in his trouser pocket from the very beginning, was finally taken out - there was actually a miniature sync monitor between his fingers.He found a pen at random, rubbed the tip of the pen, and opened the cover behind the monitor, then removed the battery, and waved it in front of Buwei.

——A few kilometers away, the sound in the headset suddenly disappeared, and Yan Mao froze suddenly, and then the mobile phone vibrated with new news.

The message came from Jiang Ting: [The battery is out. 】

"..." Yan Yan was puzzled, and after hesitating for two seconds, he typed: [I'll send someone to the hospital right away? 】

The dialog box shows typing, disappears after a while, and then appears typing again.

But Jiang Ting's reply that followed was only one word:

【it is good. 】

"It's about half an hour before the police arrive." In the ward, Jiang Ting put away his cell phone and casually put it back in his trouser pocket: "Do you want to chat, little girl?"

Bu Wei, who is always as gentle as warm water, suddenly burst out coldly: "Don't you know my name?"

"I know."

"Then why do you always call me little girl?"

Jiang Ting gave her an interesting look: "Because a name is a code name for a person as an independent individual, with special meaning, hope, and uniqueness, and you are obviously just a mass-produced marionette. You are not the first One, not the last one, there won't be any regrets in this world because of your departure, it's just a shadow missing to me. So what's your name, and what does it have to do with me?"

Buwei's hand resting on her thigh was clenched suddenly, and the veins on the back of her hand popped out!

"Let's guess." Jiang Ting didn't seem to see her icy eyes, and said lazily, "You met that person three years ago, didn't you?"

Buwei raised her head slightly, with an expression of "I want to see how much you know" on her face.

"Your parents took drugs since you were a child, so your family was destitute, your life was difficult, and you were often beaten for various trivial things. When you were eleven or twelve years old, both your parents died of drug addiction, and the already unhappy childhood was even worse. You may be sent to prison. An orphanage, or living in a shelter, no matter what kind of experience is enough for a child to experience the warmth and coldness of the world prematurely. You thought that this hopeless and unfair life would continue until adulthood, but you didn’t expect that the dream will soon usher in Unexpected turning point - when you were 13 years old, you met a grown man, very rich, polite, and maybe a bit of a so-called gentleman, allowing you to live a life like a little princess in a fairy tale."

"Naturally, when you first fell in love, you fell in love with him."

Jiang Ting was personable, spreading his palms on the armrests on both sides.

And Buwei bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, her fingers twisted together convulsively.

"Extraordinary beauty, excessive precocity, various family shadows in childhood, and blind worship of cruel, violent, criminal power and other negative things, these factors have created your extremely sensitive and extreme personality. So when you find yourself just When you were a shadow—and you probably didn’t realize you weren’t the only shadow—instead of sinking into self-pity and turning into a wretched piece of shit, you decided to grab fate and fight back, so you found Go to Fan Zhengyuan."

Jiang Ting's upper body leaned forward slightly, staring at Buwei's trembling eyes: "If you were older, you might come into contact with more elite killers who are difficult to deal with. They are cold-blooded, cruel, expensive, and well-trained. But you are still too young. At your age and your status, Fan Zhengyuan is already the upper limit of what you can touch. Even though he is so clumsy in the eyes of us adults, it is not surprising that things were revealed. "

"...So what?" Bu Wei also leaned forward involuntarily, forcing herself to face Jiang Ting's gaze firmly: "It's just my bad luck that the matter came to light. I will learn my lesson next time and will improve. Lu-uncle-uncle."

Jiang Ting didn't care about her address, "One act of daring is enough for you to be punished, where will the next time come from?"

"What punishment, I have no idea what you're talking about—"

"You know, little girl." Jiang Ting leaned back into the armchair, his expression unhappily: "Otherwise, why did the kidnappings of Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin both happen in mid-July, and only you at the end of June?"

Buwei didn't know why, but she was a girl with a keen mind and a high IQ after all, Jiang Ting's words made her instinctively feel something very bad.

"...What about the end of June?"

"The so-called ceremony, or that person's test of you little girls, will only happen in the middle of July every year. Because all this commemorates a certain day in the middle of July many years ago. The story begins at [-]:[-] It starts the moment the sun goes down.”

"Do you think that as long as you perfectly reproduce every detail and every conversation that happened that year, you can pass this test and change from a poor shadow to a righteous master? ——No, what you have experienced is not a test but a punishment, it is Every year before the official curtain opens, the marionettes perform an insignificant rehearsal performance backstage."

Jiang Ting's steady and hoarse voice was very pleasant to hear, but to Bu Wei's ears, it was more frightening than the most vicious curse:

"……I do not believe……"

"Eight nine past nine." Jiang Ting jokingly said, the smile on his lips deepened: "If it is placed in midsummer in July, it will be the end of the day and the beginning of the long night, which means that the carefree youth is tortured by the dark and long punishment. Replace. But what at the end of June? It's dark, the guy who wrote the script is gone, do you really think he cares how much effort and effort you put into passing this so-called 'test'? The test is Not for you, you are already an exiled pawn."

"I'm not exiled! Impossible!" Bu Wei suddenly stood up, but the improvement in her physical position did not give her the upper hand. What?! You're just a..."

One sentence from Jiang Ting nailed the nervous girl in place:

"Then why haven't you received any instructions from that person since you were found hospitalized by the police?"

"..." Bu Wei's eyes widened, and the blood on her face faded.

"He ignored you, you have been abandoned." Jiang Ting looked at her with a smile, seeming to have a little pity: "This is the punishment for the substitute who tried to obliterate the true master."

The dilapidated and rusty anti-theft door was pushed open, and the air with a strong smell of gray mold rushed towards him.

"Be careful, we don't have a warrant." Yan Xie gave Han Xiaomei a hand, "Ma Xiang is guarding outside, if you find something later, you go back to the station to get a search warrant."

This is a typical old-fashioned layout house. On the left side of the entrance is the kitchen full of sundries. Through the small porch, you enter the low dining room and toilet, and then through a wooden door is the hall with the wire bed.The wire bed is almost enough for an adult to curl up and lie on its side. It is conceivable that it is the place where Buwei slept when she was a child; Ten years ago, the background color of the poor-quality wedding photos in the photo studio has faded, and the faces of the newlyweds were messed up with watercolor pens. The sharp and messy strokes clearly shone with the malice of children.

"This place... should be Buwei's parents' home when she was a child. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time." Han Xiaomei lowered her head and carefully walked through the bedroom door, squinting her eyes and looking around: "Strange, why is she still here?" Do you have the key with you?"

Yan Yan's voice sounded from the outer room: "Because she came back recently."

"Hey?"

Han Xiaomei went out of the house after looking for a voice, and saw Yan Xie squatting in front of the video projector in the hall.

——Everything in this room is covered with dust, only the projector is slightly newer, and there are obvious traces of being wiped.When Yan Xie turned on the power, the screen suddenly flashed fluorescent lights, and then the disc box buzzed, and automatically ejected the discs that had not been taken out before the power was turned off last time.

"What is this?" Han Xiaomei asked curiously.

Yan Xie didn't answer, but inserted the CD into the projector, and pressed the play button while wearing survey gloves.

The old house has poor lighting, and the room is old and dark, only the faint fluorescent light on the screen reflects Yan Mao's face indistinctly.The first thing that comes out is the snowflakes and color bands produced by the digital quantization of inferior discs, and then the picture flashes and clears up in a flash, and the fingers that have been enlarged to the entire screen appear in front of Yan Xie and Han Xiaomei.

"Does it work?" someone said on the screen.

"It doesn't work very well."

"I can't fasten the buttons, it's too much effort..."

The picture kept shaking, and then the focus zoomed out.

The background turned out to be an office of a public security bureau. A young man wearing a light blue standard shirt, epaulets and tie, with cuffs rolled up to his elbows was sitting behind a spacious desk, and raised his head sharply when the camera swept over him. , and then stretched out his hand to cover half of his handsome side face.

"Leave Team Jiang!" Someone shouted behind the screen: "The car is waiting for us downstairs!"

The young man sorted out the case files, got up and picked up the police uniform jacket on the back of the chair.It may be because of the straight uniform trousers. He walked with long legs, and frowned slightly when he passed by the camera; at that moment, his white cheeks, black sideburns, and even his frown made him appear thicker. The eyelashes are clearly on the screen:

"Close it first, start to act before shooting."

Han Xiaomei opened her mouth, unable to speak, and staggered down on the sofa.

And Yan Yan stared straight at the screen, clenched his teeth, as long as he opened his mouth a little, his violently beating heart would jump out of his throat——

This video is a law enforcement recorder of the Gongzhou Detachment.

Buwei once hid in this dilapidated old house, watching Jiang Ting imitating the various movements and expressions of his younger days over and over again!